Divination Class

Great Hall.

Aaron sat at the Slytherin table, eating breakfast while looking at his third-year timetable.

He has Thought Form, which allows him to manage two courses simultaneously. However, if he has to take three courses at the same time, he will have to give up one of them. He doesn't want to give up like that, so he needs to think carefully about how to maximize his learning efficiency.

Self-study is definitely not enough. Even if he has a photographic memory, he still needs a teacher's guidance to truly understand the knowledge.

Tutoring is out of the question; Sundays are perfect, and besides, he's already doing the work of two people.

Just as Aaron was feeling somewhat melancholy, Draco and several Slytherin entered the Great Hall.

"What are you thinking about?" Draco asked. "I feel like you've changed after the Summer Holiday."

"People always change, but I'm definitely changing in a more positive direction."

"What do you think about me pretending to faint in front of Harry Potter later?"

"Childish." Aaron rolled his eyes at him. "Even if you don't like him, you shouldn't use such a low-level method. Besides, you're not much better at dealing with Dementor, so what right do you have to laugh at him?"

"Fine!" Draco shrugged. "Then I'll give him some face and only publicize the glorious deeds on the Harry Potter train."

"What ever."

Draco smirked and enthusiastically recounted to the Slytherin around him how Harry Potter had been terrified by the Dementor.

More and more Slytherin gathered around, and Draco displayed his talent for oratory, making them laugh heartily.

When Harry, Harry, and his friends arrived at the Great Hall and heard Draco's comical yet true story, they were annoyed but tacitly chose to ignore it, since what he said was true and they couldn't deny it.

"Isn't that going too far?" George placed the third-year timetable in front of him. "That's just how Malfoy is, always finding fault with other people."

"He was also quite frightened when the Dementor came," Fred said dismissively.

"I was the only one who got attacked," Harry said bitterly. Nothing is more disheartening than having your enemy know about your embarrassing moment and then spread it around.

"That just proves you're unlucky, it doesn't mean there's anything wrong with you." George changed the subject. "Malfoy is still Slytherin's Seeker this time. As long as he can win the first Quidditch Match, let's see if he still dares to be arrogant."

Harry nodded, feeling much better.

Slytherin won the last Quidditch tournament entirely thanks to their broomstick advantage. This time, Wood has a new tactic, and the key to victory lies with the two Seekers.

In terms of flying skills, he was absolutely confident that he could defeat Malfoy.

"Let's not talk about that anymore, let's see what classes we have today!" Hermione said, sounding a little excited.

"We still have to ask, isn't your schedule a bit too much?" Ron said, frowning. "You have about ten classes a day, can you manage that?"

"Don't worry, I've talked to Professor McGonagall," Hermione said smugly, glancing proudly at the necklace on her chest.

"But you have three classes at nine o'clock today alone." Ron laughed and counted on his fingers, "Divination, Muggle Studies, Arithmancy. No matter how good you are, you can't possibly take three classes at the same time."

"That's none of your business. Anyway, I've discussed it with Professor McGonagall." Hermione said dismissively, then, as if remembering something, she turned to Aaron and asked, "What are your class schedules for today?"

"I will attend the Divination myself," Aaron said somewhat reluctantly. "As for the other two classes, we'll see how things go."

Hermione frowned slightly, then pointed to the necklace around her neck. "Why don't you come with me?"

"No," Aaron refused. "If it were really going to be this way, I wouldn't have refused the watch."

"What watch?" Ron asked curiously.

Aaron gave him a smile. "That's none of your business."

Just then, Hagrid walked in carrying a dead chicken and stopped when he saw the group gathered there.

"I'm so glad you all signed up for the Care of Magical Creatures," Hagrid said excitedly. "My first class is after lunch, you must come."

I started preparing at 1 a. m. this morning, and I promise I won't let you down.

"Could you give me a sneak peek at what the class will be about?" Aaron asked, both embarrassed and polite. "It's not that I don't trust you, I just want to be mentally prepared in advance."

"If you release Three-headed Dog, I'd better think of an easier way to escape."

Upon hearing this, the three of them couldn't help but swallow hard.

They had originally intended to congratulate Hagrid, but now they were more worried about their own safety.

Aaron's statement wasn't impossible. Hagrid had a good relationship with all the Fantastic Beasts of the Forbidden Forest, and even Aragog the Acromantula gave him some respect.

Those ferocious beasts will only give Hagrid face; they will be able to suppress their bloodthirsty urges when they see these students. If Hagrid fails to stop them, they will be in big trouble.

"This has nothing to do with Fluffy." Hagrid opened his tiny eyes wide. "The Fantastic Beasts I'm going to introduce today aren't that dangerous, so you don't need to worry at all."

"Really? Remember two years ago when you kept a dragon? You didn't think it was dangerous back then either." Aaron said meaningfully, then looked at the ferret in Hagrid's hand. "If I'm not mistaken, this is the food you prepared for it, right?"

Hagrid instinctively put the dead chicken weasel behind his back, then looked at Aaron with a smile, "Very clever."

"Excuse me for asking," Ron stammered, "How big is it?"

"Here's a hint, it's similar to Unicorn." Hagrid gave Ron a smile, then headed towards the dining table.

"It should be fine, right?" Ron asked somewhat nervously.

"As long as it's not the size of Fluffy, Abei can handle it." Aaron patted the Young Dragon in his arms. When it unleashed its full power, it could reach about ten meters in length. A Unicorn- sized creature could be killed with a single swipe of its claw.

The three of them breathed a sigh of relief; it was so reassuring to have a dragon around!

After breakfast, the students rushed to their respective classrooms for their first class of the semester.

The Divination Classroom was on the North Tower, and it took Aaron more than ten minutes to climb the stairs to reach the top.

There are no classrooms here, just a small platform where more than twenty students are waiting.

Aaron looked up at the ceiling above him, where there was a round Trapdoor with a sign that read ' Sybill Trelawney, Divination Instructor'.

"Looks like I'll have to bring a ladder over," Aaron muttered to himself.

As soon as he finished speaking, the Trapdoor opened, and a silver ladder was lowered down.

Aaron shrugged and climbed up the ladder, followed by the other students.

The Divination Classroom resembled a hybrid of an attic and a chess hall, with several steps dividing the classroom into several levels. More than twenty small round tables were placed on the steps, surrounded by armchairs and cushions.

The red curtains blocked out the sunlight, and the red lampshade and tablecloth also cast a hazy reddish glow over the classroom.

The fireplace was ablaze with Incendio, and the shelves were piled high with tattered playing cards, Winky Crystal Ball, and teacups of various colors.

"Welcome." Professor Trelawney came down the stairs, her voice unusually excited, yet somewhat muffled. "It's so wonderful to finally see you in the material world."

Aaron sized up the professor. He was very thin, wore large glasses, and had countless chains and beads around his neck.

Trelawney was rather disheveled, quite different from the fortune Divination he had imagined, but that was understandable, as professional fortune Divination were closer to the mystical side than ordinary Warlock.

"Sit down! My children, sit down!" Trelawney said with a smile. "In pairs or groups of three."

The students split up and found their own spots.

Aaron chose a front-row seat, and Hermione sat at the same table with him, while Harry and Ron sat next to them.

"Welcome, my children."

Here you will explore the extraordinary art of Divination.

Here with me, you will know whether you possess vision.

"Here, we'll learn together how to foresee the future." Trelawney raised his hands, a wide, exaggerated smile on his face. "I'm Professor Trelawney. You may not have seen me before, because I've found that frequently venturing down to the chaotic and noisy campus makes my third Heavenly Eye blurry."

"Predicting what will happen?" Hermione asked with some skepticism, "Do you believe it?"

Aaron shrugged. "The Magic World is never short of all sorts of Prophecy."

The reason I signed up for this elective course is to anticipate the future; it's very important to me.

"That's not what I'm asking you." Hermione frowned slightly. "Do you think Professor Trelawney's Prophecy will come true? She seems a bit crazy."

"There are two possibilities: either her Prophecy are particularly inaccurate, or they Prophecy extremely accurate," Aaron said more seriously. "We'll know soon enough, but I'm more inclined to believe the latter."

"Divination is the most profound of all magical disciplines," Trelawney continued. "I must make it clear beforehand that I am powerless to help you if you lack insight."

In this field, books can only teach you so much.

Many Warlock possess special talents in areas such as sound, smell, invisibility, and teleportation. However, they are also capable of seeing through the veil of mystery; this is a talent possessed by only a very few.

As soon as he finished speaking, Aaron noticed that Hermione's expression changed and she didn't look at him very well.

Her greatest pride was learning knowledge through books, but the Divination seemed to have sealed away her strongest talent.

"Take it easy," Aaron said with a smug smile, trying to comfort her. "After all, most Divination ' tools are just a Crystal Ball; books are indeed superfluous."